When to Refrain

Verse 1: In the shadow of giants, we stand so tall, Without a sword drawn, we fight them all. The battlefield of life, a canvas stark, Where the mightiest deeds are those that leave no mark. Chorus: No clanging of armor, no echo of fear, The art of war is knowing when to steer clear. Our greatest victory, not a drop of blood is spilled, Silent triumphs that time has thrilled. Verse 2: We march through the night, with the moon as our guide, Where whispers of peace are our trusty ally. The enemy falters, in the face of our might, When we show them the power of doing what's right. Chorus: No clanging of armor, no echo of pain, The art of war is knowing when to refrain. Our greatest victory, not a single tear, Stories untold that will live for a year. Bridge: We are the soldiers of the quiet dawn, Our battles are won before they're drawn. With strategies that speak in silence loud, We conquer hearts without a battleground. Verse 3: Through the storm of doubt, we hold our ground, Our strength in numbers, not a single sound. The winds of change, they whisper our name, The art of war, the wisdom we claim. Chorus: No clanging of armor, no echo of rage, The art of war is turning the page. Our greatest victory, a world unseen, Where love and peace forever queen. Outro: So let the battles pass, and the wars recede, In the art of war, we stand with hearts that lead. The greatest victory, in peace we'll find, Where the art of war and the soul align.